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Death

January 13, 2013
By ShmoneD BRONZE, Mesquite, Texas
ShmoneD BRONZE, Mesquite, Texas
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No light creeps in
No sound leaves out
The rats come and go
I envy them
The flesh starts to rot
It stinks of death
of people I use to know
I cry and scream to no avail.

No light creeps in
No sound leaves out
My flesh starts to rot
It stinks of DEATH!



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